the way words are mean

all words are 

fundamental negative affirmations,

not in the say but in the syntactical unsaid.

they deem separateness as an assumption.

they define as if authoritative, as a given.

they plagiarize the moment 

with sensory support.

and we all thrive, as the audience conversant of this.

the meaning of words has never been 

the essential issue.

it will always be the understanding taken,

as each mind is, 

its own lexicon and subscriber.

somehow, that we agree to agree 

is always in override 

in the vagaries of common understanding.

we appear to agree.

we harbor as if we agree.

but we all have baggage that we carry along,

quite separate from anyone else of the other.

and meaning dwells 

somewhere deeper in that mix,

that agreement ventures to discover statement by statement,

whether by anecdotal 

or retained versions there of.

we short term agree 

to meaning in private summary

but how the act-outs that follow function

requires further refinement 

of agreement as status.

we all are an ongoing appraisal 

of unsaidness that follows.

as humans, we all can stare at 

a flowing stream

and call it a stream that is flowing.

but we can't look into the clarity 

of the stream

and see, as if to say, we see the same things to identify.

so we, in summary, agree about calling it, the stream,

but venturing further, 

presents a challenge of interest.

the same with words 

as if they are steams of themselves.

we get the surfacey stuff by conditioning. 

we venture into the sense and the feel.

but from there on, it becomes a challenge.

a challenge of connection to another

as an intimacy of togetherness 

that reaches for the feel,

and an agreement status 

beyond a cognitive process.

where words have more of a touch 

rather than a say,

a conveyance 

rather than a communique, 

an immersion 

rather than a look-see.

what we all wanted out of words 

was an embrace.

but we have come to settle for it 

a pat on the mind.

when did words come to be 

so estrange from us?

was this always the case?

maybe when we lost the art 

of tonality in speech,

it all went south.

and now we have music, in lyrics,

as an attempt to rekindle

the touch of words that tender the soul . . .